I am just going to be honest because i can here. I am not going to justify anything. I am married about 15 years and a hobbyist for over 10 years I have fucked or had sexual release of some kind from i bet close to 150-200 or more working girls. I have never been arrested (a few close calls) and am tested regularly and never got a std. What I am telling you here is a the real story of how this all really started in my life, long, long ago, in a city far far away...

I am in a sexless marriage. Well, there is some sex, but it is like less then a couple times a year at best and horrible sex at that. My wife, whom I love dearly, was very sexually active and fun while dating and early on, she was even a little freaky. What I did not know was she was sexually abused in her past. She did not know, she had repressed it and when it came to surface after a family crisis her sexual desire was pretty much killed by painful memories. At first sex became less and less passionate and then rarer and rarer, and soon as prudish as it gets to the point of frigid and worthless to me. She tried, she got help, she is fucked up tho and has PTSD.

By year 5 there was nearly no sex and I was going mad insane. Still deeply in love but human and horny as hell. I was traveling far from home on a work related trip and I saw a strip joint off the highway. I remembered them form my youth and figured maybe i could get off from a lapdance or something while i was away. I paid some really hot girls to grind on me in the lapdance lounge and It just made me more horny and did not help.

That night I did some research, I knew this was my chance to find some way to get off with someone and not hurt my wife whom i do love. I knew what AAMP's where and i found a few not far from my location and I went to one. I honestly, just wanted to get jacked off, and that was all i was looking for. I thought that was all they did. I parked a block away, wore sunglasses and a hat and sheepishly made my way in half scared to death. I did not know if i'd get arrested of jerked off, but at this time i was so horny nothing else mattered, literally.

The Mama-san was kind as soon as I walked in. The place was dead, not busy at all, likely because it was the middle of the afternoon. She asked if this was my first time, having did some basic research, I lied, I said no, i was there before and i paid the house fee. She passed me off to another lady who was asian 60's, fat and ugly, i was disappointed but at this point so horny i'd fuck her if that is all i had access to. It turned out i did not have to and she was just the shower girl and she bathed you and took you to the massage room. I was so horny, I actually tried with her,put her hand on my dick several times and she was annoyed but understanding. Looking back now, i am lucky they did not kick me out right then and there.

The my masseuse came in and she was 30-40 Korean and as hot as hell, spoke nearly no English (no idea if she was trafficked or not, did not even understand the concept then), but was dressed in a very short skirt and tight top and i was pretty sure i was gonna get beat off at least just by the look of her and how friendly she was. I was already naked form the bathing and she start a massage and tried to chat with me but her English was horrible and i understood nothing really other then she was being flirty. The massage sucked but i did not care a hot woman was touching me.

She told me to flip about 25 minute into the hour i booked. My cock was rock hard and i was not hiding it, i could tell from her giggle i was gonna get off. To my surprise, and all these years later and many various providers later, i still don't understand why she did this other then it was apart of her shitck to proposition guys, but she pointed out my wedding ring. I was so horny, i did not even think to take it off or question if i should. But she touched it and said, in well rehearsed but still horribly broken english, "Oh you married, you bad boy, i know why you come fuckie Korean slut, me give you better then wife fuckie, how much you want for?" This forever forged in my mind and sexual identity the fetish of cheating on my wife as part of the addiction to the rush of doing a whore. It is my fetish, and it is every bit the reason i keep seeing working girls as much as the sex. Who can really explain fetishes? But my fetish is being blunt with the working girl about being married, cheating, and having the working girl and me talk openly and bluntly about her giving me better sex then my wife. Honestly, the working girls knowledge of me being married and cheating and her seeking to help me get a better fuck then my wife gives, gets me off more then the sex. When a girl plays to that i get hooked easy.

In this case, I had no idea what i was in for. I just wanted to get off but at that moment froze. How could I cheat on my wife? I love her (and i do) but i'd knew I'd never have a normal sex life with my wife. Still i could not just fuck this girl. So, i thought i agreed on head, and touching the girls pussy (fingering her) she thought otherwise with the communication issues. I should have known better by the price she wanted but i was a horny newb and i would have given her my wallet for a hj!

She stroked me some then put a condom on with her mouth (very hot) and then got up on the table with me at first just to suck me better and easier. Everything was perfect in my mind, i was getting sucked off by a breath taking beautiful Korean Whore, not fully cheating just getting off by her mouth, not fucking, sure it was morally shaky as hell, but my wife would not or could not give me sex, i rationalized I just was doing what any guy would, and i was not as bad as most, i had a line, and i would not cross it.

Then suddenly the line was crossed without my consent. She lifted herself up and in one swift professional move swooshed her pussy down on my shaft hard and I was in her. It was clear suddenly while it cost so much, she thought i wanted to fuck. Honestly, and i swear it is true, when I realized i was in her, i felt guilty as hell. I know i can't justify it, i was just letting her suck me, i had no moral high ground, but i had reasoned not fucking was my limit, and i need release not cheating. And all these emotions flooded over me that guys don't talk about, like how powerless i felt to help my wife, how many times i help her when she cried after sex because of PTSD, and yet this hot little Korean spinner was riding me and felt so good, and I had long so a feeling like this so long.

Honestly, i ashamed to admit it, i panicked, i was stupid and guilt ridden and i asked her to stop. But she was worried i'd not pay the full rate. I must of sounded like a retard, i kept saying, "no i can't i am married." (little late now huh?) She knew the word married, and she knew i wanted to stop, and she wanted my money. She grinned, again touched my ring, and said something like (how could tell for sure) "I no tell wifie, it ok baby, i fuckie better, relax ok baby?" and she rode me good and i fucked back with all i had. i flipped her over and fucked her doggy, and i pounded her tight asian slut body with no mercy, i was lost in fully lust. When i was literally gonna ram her through the wall (lol) she got me in a mish position off the edge of the table and she worked her c**t like the pro she was to contain me and make me cum. I cummed in her in the condom and i felt no guilt, shame, or anything bad, it was great, i was alive, i was a whole man again, in fact while cumimg in her tight Korean c**t i knew I'd never stop fucking whores. I just knew it in my heart. I crossed a line, and i was never going back, nor did i want to.

She cleaned me up and went out to get towels and when she came back the wash/bath woman came with her and in not perfect english either, and mildly better asked, "She wants to know was she your first full fuck since you have been married." I nodded and then exchanged words in Korean (i guess) and the bath girl left and Kim (the girl i just fucked) came over, hugged me, caressed me and kissed me , deeply with tongue for the first time and helping me get dressed and said, "Thank you. I like to do this for you, you wife dumb to not give you more but you no worry please come back. No tell wife, we keep to fucking"

I never fucked Kim again, but i have had lots of sex with lots of kinds of working girls. And while, i am a horny man using them to get off, I try to respect them the best i can while i do. They after all save my marriage a little more each time one pops me. I don't have affairs, I am kind but do not connect with my heart, i love my wife greatly. I am so glad to never been caught or got a std, I am both lucky and I seek to understand the working culture well. I am not out there trying to be an ass to my wife or the girls, i am just paying some one to do the part my wife literally can't because of abuse and PTSD without great emotional pain, and i keep it secret to not hurt her even more. I know the fetish is a sick twisted part of my emotional health acting out over my situation but I don't feel guilt over it any more. I am doing what I need to do to not be resentful to my wife and family.

Thank you to all the working girls from the street corner to escorting, stripping, caming, whatever. Thank you to the girls who not only service married men but do so with pride and kindness. Thank you. I hope to fuck you all soon! lol

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by Anonymous on May 12, 2016 at 11:10 AM

Word up. The truest story on this site.

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